A Berlin Mystery

I hope you enjoy my German homework from high school. I had to write a short story about a detective. I translated it from German and edited the English. Also, I might post a Q&A so give me questions! 🙂

It was a cold and stormy night in Berlin. The trees were pushed by rain and wind. Detective Harper Kit wore a wool sweater to keep warm from the cold. Karl, her intern, went after a pile of gunk. “I think there’s a body in this,” said Karl.
They went to the pile. They removed the leaves from the pile. “That’s a body, alright.” Kit said. “I’ll call the commissioner.”
“Her identification card was in a wallet.” Karl spoke. “Her name is Veronika Kleinbach, she is twenty-seven years old and she lives in Austria.” “So, why was she in Berlin?” “She could be on vacation.” The intern spoke. “Was she married?” “No clue. She had no pictures in her wallet. “” Has anyone said she’s missing? ” ” Yes, an old lady in town. She said she was her grandmother. ” ” Call her. See what she has to say. ” Kit said as she walked out of the room.
Karl drove to the old lady’s house. He knocked on the door. When she opened the door, a cat ran out. “I’m sorry, come in, please.” He went into the house. “What’s your name?” “Carlotte Nemfi.” “So, Veronika was your granddaughter?” “Yes, she came to stay with me as she had to come for work.” “Do you know why she came here?” “She said business purposes, but she owns a bakery, so I do not understand why she came here.” “Do you know if she comes here to see someone?” “Well, she met a man when she came here, which was last month.” “Did she tell you his name?” “Oskar Brimtic”.
Detective Kit and Karl went to Oskar’s apartment. Kit knocked, but nobody answered. “Karl, smash the door.” Got it.” Karl stepped back and slammed his body against the door. It burst into the apartment. The two of them walked in as they found a body lying on the floor. “Is that him?” Asked Karl. “No, that’s looks to be his roommate, Fredrick Jones, he’s from America.” “I’m going to get a blood sample, it looks like he ate something.” Said Karl. “It looks like we have a cannibal in our hands, but Veronika was not eaten.” “Maybe he could not eat her yet.” “Oskar, are you here, my partner and I have to talk to you?” Kit said as she walked around the apartment. “I’m just so hungry.” A weak voice came from a bedroom. “We’re not here for him, we’re here for Veronika Kleinbach, do you know what happened to her?” “Fred killed her because she and I planned to sell his meat in her bakery.” He opened the door to his room. “I could not wait for her to come, but he killed her before she could kill him, I’m just so hungry.” He said as he stretched out his hands far enough for her to overthrow him. “Karl, I have him.” She said as she cuffed the crying Oskar. “I don’t care what you do to me, I just want to be alone.” Oscar said softly. “You will, Sweety, you will.” The three went out of the apartment. “Boss, did he eat Fredrick?” “Yes, Fredrick killed Veronika.” They said as she opened the door for Oskar. “Whoa.” “Get used to it, kid.” They got into the car and drove to the station.